Volume 152 — SYMPOSIUM OF THE CENTRAL WEAKNESSES.

FERDIE. My nerves are feeling rather bad About the news from Petrograd. Briefly, and speaking as a Tsar, I think the game has gone too far. When Liberty gets on the wing You cannot always stop the thing. Vices from ill examples grow, And I might be the next to go. TINO. Yes, what has happened over there May very well occur elsewhere. Fortune with me may prove as fickle as It did with poor lamented NICHOLAS. It was a silly thing to do To ape the airs of WILLIAM TWO; I cannot think what I was at, Trying to be an autocrat. MEHMED. I take a very dubious tone About the fate of Allah's Own. The Young Turk Party's been my bane And caused me hours and hours of pain; But, what would be a bitterer pill, There may be others younger still, Who, if the facts should get about, Would want to rise and throw me out. FERDIE. I don't believe that WILLIAM cares One little fig for my affairs. He roped me in to this concern Simply to serve his private turn; And never shed a single tear Over my loss of Monastir. For tuppence, if I saw my way, I'd join the others any day. TINO. Last year (its memory still is green) O How WILLIAM loved his precious TINO! He talked about our family ties And sent me such a lot of spies. But since his foes began to squeeze My guns inside the Peloponnese His interest in me has ceased; I do not like it in the least. MEHMED. I lent him troops when things were slack, And now the beast won't pay 'em back. He never mentions any "line" Of HINDENBURG'S in Palestine. I cannot sleep; I get such frights During these dark Arabian Nights. But he—he doesn't care a dem. O Allah! O Jerusalem! O.S.